The Inkblot Test

This might be the worst, weirdest picture ever to be posted anywhere, ever on this blog. During the height of last weekend's snow storm, frustrated that I couldn't take Precious, my camera, out in horizontal precipitation, I took a picture of the view from my bathroom window. That's right, the bathroom window. You can even see the screen and barely anything else.

The odd porthole formed by the snow was irresistible to me. In real life, the view was very interesting. In digital format taken by someone who only pushes the button in Auto Mode, it's a freak of photography.

The shape formed by the outline of the snow reminds me of that inkblot test they give psychiatric patients people. If you're not familiar with the inkblot test, here's what my BFF Wikipedia said about it:

The Rorschach test (German pronunciation: [ˈʁoɐʃax]; also known as the Rorschach inkblot test or simply the Inkblot test) is a psychological test in which subjects' perceptions of inkblots are recorded and then analyzed using psychological interpretation, complex scientifically derived algorithms, or both. Some psychologists use this test to examine a person's personality characteristics and emotional functioning. It has been employed to detect an underlying thought disorder, especially in cases where patients are reluctant to describe their thinking processes openly.[3] The test takes its name from that of its creator, Swiss psychologist Hermann Rorschach.

Now, looking at that outline above, the first thing that comes to mind is a moth, which reminds me of the movie about the Moth Man. It was one of the very few scary movies I've seen in thirty years recent memory. The Chesapeake Bay Children and I watched it one night on the recommendation of Baby Sister. (This should have sent up a red flag, but it didn't.)

The Moth Man movie was very disturbing, mostly because it's based on a true story out in West Virginia. I've conveniently blocked out the details, because that's how I survive my whole life such traumas. By pretending they didn't happen or don't exist.

By the way, the Chesapeake Bay Children were laughing during most of the movie. Every time I screamed, which was approximately the entire time, they broke into hysterics. There's nothing like quality family time.

Did I mention the inkblot test gauges one's emotional state and/or tests for underlying thought disorders? OK, so never mind that talk about the creepy Moth Man and blocking out traumatic events.

Instead, I see a dainty, delicate, beautiful flower and a happy butterfly resting on a petal. In the sunshine. And a deranged, killer moth flitting in the background.

The End.

p.s. What do you see? What does that shape formed by the snow on the screen look like to you?